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That's enough. |
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Out of you. |
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Tonight. |
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My darling. |
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This show is over for now. |
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The monkey is dead. |
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I detest all this drunken brawling. |
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Now let's see if you can make |
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it into this bed. |
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How I love you. |
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How I loathe you. |
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It's a sharp, quick love. |
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I feel. |
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My darling. |
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You're not as drunk as you seem. |
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So why pretend. |
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On your cheek, that sweet |
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shadow falling. |
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The pulse in your neck, how I'll |
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know it, right to the end. |
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How I love you. |
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How I loathe you. |
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All you can say is: |
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"Reverberating acuity." |
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"Lousy simile." |
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"Vacant majesty." |
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In the instant of the hour after. |
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Well right now. |
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It's you and me. My darling. |
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Trapped here inside of this bottle. |
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drowning like flies. |
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When the frenzy's over. |
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We're crawling. |
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Specimens. |
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Spent and exhausted. |
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we press to the sides. |
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How I love you. |
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How I loathe you. |
